Alcohol and Anger

Coilean caught the hand before it collided with his face then gave a tut.

"Punching me? That's not very nice." He nipped sharply at the human's throat again in reprimand. "I don't appreciate being punched at."

His lip twitched. "A simple yes or no will suffice. Do you want to be fucked?"

He wasn't looking for the human to beg him. He just wanted a simple answer to his question.

A soft gulp rippled through his throat as Coilean nipped it, tugging the red locks roughly.

His head tossed to the side as he contemplated the question, and whether or not he was willing to give up his opportunity to dominate so easily.

In the end, he chose to remain silent, glaring up at him wordlessly.

"The question wasn't difficult."

He hated not being answered. It really pissed him off. The question was simple and the answer was simple.

Did he or did he not want sex? With the way he had come onto him he had made it pretty obvious that he did want it. So why didn't he answer him?

Coilean pushed a finger into him, curling it slightly. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked again.

He did want sex, but he had been so close to dominating for once, and he was kind of pissed and needed someone to vent it on...

A shudder rippled through his body, jerking in surprise as he let out a moan, hips rolling against the man's hand slowly.

But he still didn't answer the question. Now he was just feeling stubborn and didn't want to give in.

A second finger joined the first soon after and scissored.

"Answer me." He didn't like being ignored. He really didn't like being ignored. The more Ciro ignored him, the worse it'd be for him.

His fingers pushed deep as he waited for Ciro to give his answer.

Did he want to be fucked or didn't he?

He hissed a gasp, back arching as the fingers scissored inside him, his body twisting slowly against the man's hand.

His eyes screwed closed tightly as Coilean's fingers pushed deep inside him, crying out softly.

But he wouldn't answer the question. Now he was determined not to. He bit down on his lip hard, a shudder running through his body.

"Answer me," he growled softly, free hand meeting with the skin of the human's stomach.

He wanted an answer to his bloody question and he was damned well going to get one.

His movements ceased and h sat waiting, fingers still inside him but not moving.

"Answer me."

He yelped, jolting as Coilean's free hand collided with the skin of his stomach, and collapsed back onto the sand, whimpering softly at the blow, winded.

A noise somewhere between a sob and a needy whimper escaped him as the man's fingers stopped moving inside him, hips attempting to move as he tried to get more friction.

"Yes." he mumbled finally, glaring up at him.

"Good."

His head bent, kissing the human's inner thigh as his fingers began moving inside him again.

He kissed along his thigh until his lips found the sensitive crease between his crotch and inner thigh. His tongue laved over the the skin where his fingers met the human's skin before his lips moved upwards over his arousal.

"I'll make you feel good," he purred softly before his tongue flickered over Ciro's head.

A quiet whimper escaped him as the fingers began moving inside him again, drawing in a shaky breath. His back arched as Coilean's head dipped down, thighs parting willingly as his breathing started to speed up, becoming fast, soft pants and whimpers in his chest.

His head lolled back on the sand, a barely audible moan slipping from his lips as the man's tongue flit over the head of his arousal, mouth falling open slightly.

"...Ah..."

"You like that, aye?" he purred softly before his lips parted around the man's head.

He took the human's arousal into his mouth, purring softly as his fingers continued to thrust, curl and scissor inside him.

His free hand slapped the human's thigh again before tugging sharply at his hair. He wanted rough sex. The best thing to get rid of frustration besides violence was rough sex.

Ciro let out a breathy, whimpering moan, hips pushing upwards as he writhed and twisted in the sand. His eyes slid open for a moment to watch Coilean before sliding shut again with a quiet groan.

His body twisted slowly on the sand, a shudder rippling down his body.

A sharp yelp of surprise escaped him as Coilean's hand came down on his thigh, jolting with a whimper as a hand gripped his hair harshly, a foot jabbing the man in the side in protest.

Coilean gave a groan when he was kicked in the side.

Yes, that was what he wanted. He wanted the two of them to walk away from this with a plethora of bruises.

His hand came down on his thigh again, prompting more rough treatment from him. He wanted the human to rough him up a lot.

His legs thrashed out again as the man's palm hit his skin, yelping.

He scrabbled at Coilean's back, leaving long, red, bleeding streaks where his nails had scraped the pale flesh. A hand delved into the long, copper locks, tugging them roughly as he tried to get the man to take him into his mouth again.

He was starting to be more accepting of his submissive position now, wanting Coilean to make him feel good, make him hurt, make him bleed.

The Lycan gave a loud moan, back arching into the rough scraping.

Obediently, Coilean took more of the woman into his mouth, sucking softly.

His fingers thrust a little harder, spreading again. He gave a low, moaning purr as he once again slapped the flesh of the man's thigh.

His teeth clamped down hard on his lower lip, unable to contain a needy, keening cry, hips rolling desperately against the man's mouth as the thrusts sped up.

Legs wound tightly around the redhead's waist, jerking with a loud cry as a hand collided with his skin again. He wound the hair tightly around his palm, tugging it roughly as he shivered and writhed under the man, legs tightening around Coilean's waist.

"...I'm going to..."

Already? Humans had such low stamina.

He pulled away, fingers pulling out of the man. He was disappointed with how soon he had to enter the man. He liked foreplay and cutting it short like this because the human had such low stamina was annoying.

The Lycan pushed both of the man's legs up to press against his chest as he thrust into him with a soft groan.

Ciro shuddered softly as the man's fingers pulled out of him, and his legs were pushed up to his chest.

He cried out loudly as he was pushed into, nails cutting into the skin of Coilean's back, drawing blood. His hips rolled upwards quickly, quiet gasps and moans slipping from his lips.

"...Please..."

He wanted Coilean to be rougher with him.

The Lycan began thrusting into Ciro roughly.

He groaned, head tilting back, arching into the nails scraping over his skin and cutting him.

If he wanted rough, he'd give it to him.

His hand came down on the human's stomach roughly.

He cried out, voice tinged with pain and pleasure, his back arching as the thrusts grew faster and rougher, nails scraping up the man's back.

His head tilted back, eyes closed tightly, breathless from the pleasure. Legs tightened around the man's waist as he shuddered, hips moving eagerly against Coilean's.

Another hoarse cry ripped from his throat as Coilean's palm came down on his skin again, tugging at the red locks as he jerked against him, panting fast.

Coielan lapped at Ciro's throat when his head tilted back and he offered his throat.

"You ahve such terrible stamina," he grunted as he grasped the human's thighs and thrust into him rougher still.

He moaned, a shiver chasing down his spine as his hips continued to move against the humans.

"Give me a break, I'm drunk." he growled back.

When he was sober, he could last a lot longer. A lot. It was only because he was drunk that he came quickly. Rather unfortunate for Coilean that their first "encounter" was when he was smashed out of his brain.

A louder moan escaped him as the thrusts became rougher, twisting and writhing on the sand.